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*  JUL  221936  * 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS 

COMPILED  FOR  THE  USE  OF 

THE   SOCIETY  OF  SPIRITUALISTS 


WASHINGTON,  E).  C. 


Eternity  of  Nature. 

Cosmian,  49. 

Thou,  Nature,  grandest  theme  of  all ! 
From  rolling  worlds  to  flow'ret  small. 
'Tis  one  sublime,  unending  chain, 
That  comes  and  goes,  and  comes  again. 

Eternal  matter  !  quenchless  force  ! 
No  hand  can  stay  thy  circuit's  course, 
But  deep  in  the  abyss  of  space 
The  systems  run  their  destined  race. 

And  man,  who  treads  this  mundane  ball, 
Is  but  a  part  of  this  vast  All. 
He  lives,  he  dies;  so  star  and  sun 
Their  onward  journeys  deftly  run. 

And  hardened  worlds,  like  aged  man, 
Dissolve  when  past  the  fated  span  ; 
And  parted  forms,  that  erst  we  saw, 
Revive  again  by  Nature's  law  ; 

And  bloom,  and  teem,  and  fade,  and  die, 
As  matter  hath  eternally  ; 
And  thus  existence  circles  round, 
Nor  first  nor  last  was  ever  found. 


2  Sit  Not  Idly. 

Cosmian,  48. 

Sit  not  idly,  with  hands  folded, 
Each  one  has  some  work  to  do, 

And  if  life  has  care  for  others, 
Why  have  only  joy  for  you  ? 

Seek  not  only  sweetest  roses  ; 

Faint  not  in  the  heat  of  strife  ; 
Arm  ye  now  with  Truth  and  Duty ! 

Courage  for  the  cares  of  life  ! 

Ask  not  if  the  world  applauds  you, 
Be  content  with  duty  done  ; 

Conscience  clear  will  then  reward  you, 
With  the  crown  you've  truly  won. 


3        Live  for  Something. 

Cosmian,  50. 

Live  for  something ;  be  not  idle, 

Look  about  thee  for  employ  ; 
Sit  not  down  to  useless  dreaming, 

Labor  is  the  sweetest  joy. 
Folded  hands  are  ever  weary, 

Selfish  hearts  are  never  gay; 
Life  for  thee  hath  many  duties — 

Active  be,  then,  while  you  may. 

Scatter  blessings  in  your  pathway — 

Gentle  words  and  cheering  smiles  ; 
Better  far  than  gold  and  silver, 

Are  their  grief-dispelling  wiles  ; 
As  the  pleasant  sunshine  falleth 

Ever  on  the  grateful  earth, 
So  let  sympathy  and  kindness 

Gladden  well  the  darkened  hearth. 

Hearts  are  sore,  oppressed  and  weary, 

Drop  the  tear  of  sympathy  ; 
Whisper  words  of  hope  and  comfort, 

Give  and  thy  reward  shall  be 
Joy  unto  thy  heart  returning 

From  this  perfect  fountain-head ; 
Freely  as  thou  freely  givest, 

Shall  the  grateful  light  be  shed. 


Sympathy. 

Cosmian,  44. 

Peace  to  the  man,  wise,  just,  and  good, 
Whose  heart  compassionate  and  kind, 

Breathes  nought  but  pure  good  will  to  man, 
Justice  with  tenderness  combined. 

The  sympathy  of  mortal  woes, 

The  manly,  undissembled  tear, 
The  pang  that  vibrates  through  the  breast, 

The  sigh  that  speaks  the  mind  sincere. 

Be  mine  the  comfort,  mine  the  joy, 
The  prompt,  the  timely  aid  to  lend  ; 

In  all  the  acts  of  social  love, 

The  hopeless,  helpless  sufferer's  friend. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


5  When  the  Mists  are  Cleared 
Away. 

When  the  mists  have  rolled  in  splendor, 

From  the  beauty  of  the  hills, 
And  the  sunshine,  warm  and  tender, 

Falls  in  kisses  on  the  rills, 
We  may  read  Love's  shining  letter 

In  the  rainbow  of  the  spray, 
We  shall  know  each  other  better, 

When  the  mists  have  cleared  away. 

Chorus. 

We  shall  know  as  we  are  known, 
Never  more  to  walk  alone 
In  the  dawning  of  the  morning, 
When  the  mists  are  cleared  away. 

If  we  err  in  human  blindness, 

And  forget  that  we  are  dust ; 
If  we  miss  the  law  of  kindness, 

When  we  struggle  to  be  just, 
Snowy  wings  of  peace  shall  cover 

All  the  pain  that  hides  away  ; 
When  the  weary  watch  is  over, 

And  the  mists  have  cleared  away. — Cho. 

When  the  silver  mists  have  veiled  us 

From  the  faces  of  our  own; 
Oft  we  deem  their  love  has  failed  us, 

And  we  tread  our  path  alone. 
We  should  see  them  near  and  truly, 

We  should  trust  them  day  by  day. 
Neither  love  nor  blame  unduly, 

If  the  mists  were  cleared  away. — Cho. 


g    The  Operations  of  Nature. 

Tune— L.  M. 

All  nature  speaks,  let  men  give  ear, 
And  stand  erect,  attentive,  free  ; 

The  voice  of  Nature  they  shall  hear, 
The  works  of  Nature  they  shall  see. 

Behold  the  stars  with  sparkling  light, 
And  planets  which  in  order  move ! 

They  mount  in  ether's  tow'ring  height, 
And  raise  our  thoughts  to  orbs  above. 

The  glorious  sun,  whose  gentle  beams 
Enliven  all  things  here  below  ; 

And  lucid  moon,  with  paler  gleams, 
Great  Nature's  power  in  grandeur  show. 

Survey  the  whole  capacious  earth, 

The  sea  and  land,  rocks,  hills  and  plains 

The  power  of  Nature  gave  them  birth, 
And  by  one  law  the  whole  maintains. 


Y  Perpetual  Change. 

Tune— C.  M. 

The  presence  of  perpetual  change 

Is  ever  on  the  earth  ; 
To-day  is  only  as  the  soil 

That  gives  to-morrow  birth. 

Where  stood  the  tow'r  there  grow  the  weeds, 
Where  grew  the  weeds  the  tow'r  ; 

No  present  hour  its  likeness  leaves 
To  any  future  hour. 

Of  each  imperial  city  built 

Far  on  the  Eastern  plains, 
A  desert  waste  of  tomb  and  sand 

Is  all  that  now  remains. 

Our  own  fair  city  full  of  life, 

May  have  some  future  day, 
When  power  and  might  and  majesty 

Will  all  have  passed  away. 

But  in  all  changes  brighter  things 

And  better  have  their  birth  ; 
The  presence  of  perpetual  love 

Is  ever  on  the  earth. 


$      The  Triumph  of  Truth, 

Tune — Auld  Lang  Syne. 

Come  let  us  join  in  cheerful  song, 

With  hope's  inspiring  ray ; 
Let  every  tongue  with  grateful  praise 

Proclaim  this  joyful  day  ; 
For  life  immortal  rends  the  veil 

Of  error's  dark  domain, 
And  every  gloomy  phantom  fades 

At  reason's  glorious  reign. 

The  earth  and  sky  are  all  aglow 

With  orbs  of  living  light : 
While  truth's  victorious  banners  rise 

On  every  mountain  height ; 
Take  courage,  then,  0  doubting  soul, 

For  all  that's  great  and  good 
Will  be  revealed  to  every  mind, 

As  truth  is  understood. 

No  sin-atoning  sacrifice 

Can  banish  pain  and  woe  ; 
But  manfully  we  learn  to  live 

By  reaping  what  we  sow  ; 
The  bitter  fruits  of  each  misdeed 

As  kindly  point  the  way, 
;  As  do  the  joys  in  sweet  return 

Which  teach  us  to  obey. 


SPIKITUAL  SONGS. 


9 


Kindness. 


Cosmian,  46. 


As  you  travel  o'er  life's  weary  way, 
And  mingle  with  earth's  busy  throng, 

Your  burden  will  lighten  each  day, 
Tf  you  help  a  brother  along. 

Chords. 

Ne'er  stopping  to  help  up  a  brother, 
Who  falls  in  the  conflict  and  strife, 

Too  often  we  jostle  each  other, 

And  crowd  on  the  highway  of  life. 

What  matters  the  riches  of  earth, 
That  stay  but  a  moment  at  best, 

While  wealth  that  in  kindness  hath  birth 
Issure  to  outlast  all  the  rest  ? 

'Tis  treasure  that  thieves  can  not  steal, 
Nor  fire  nor  flood  can  destroy, 

And  all  that  you  do  for  man's  weal 
Will  prove  in  the  future  a  joy. 


10   Tne  Faith  of  Love- 

Cosmian,  40. 

What  is  it,  that  the  crowd  requite 

Thy  love  with  hate,  thy  truth  with  lies  ? 

And,  but  to  faith,  and  not  to  sight 
The  walls  of  Freedom's  temple  rise  ? 

Yet  do  thy  work,  it  shall  succeed 

In  thine  or  in  another's  day  ; 
And  if  denied  the  victor's  meed 

Thou  shalt  not  not  lack  the  toiler's  pay. 

Faith  shares  the  future's  promise  ;  Love's 
Self-offering  is  a  triumph  won  ; 

And  each  good  thought  or  action  moves 
The  dark  world  nearer  to  the  sun. 

Then  faint  not,  falter  not,  nor  plead 
Thy  weakness  ;  truth  itself  is  strong  ; 

The  lion's  strength,  the  eagle's  speed 
Are  not  alone  vouchsafed  to  wrong. 


11 


Generosity. 

Cosmian,  38. 


Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  generous  heart 

With  kind  affection  glows  ; 
Who  seeks  to  heighten  human  bliss, 

And  lessen  human  woes. 


Whose  ready  hand  assists  the  poor, 

His  hapless  lot  to  bear  ; 
Who  visits  oft  the  mourner's  door, 

The  lone  retreat  to  cheer. 

Who  guides  the  steps  of  giddy  youth, 
Through  mirth's  deluded  maze, 

And  warns  them  of  the  thorns  unseen, 
Which  strew  false  pleasure's  ways. 

No  unrelenting  feelings  harsh 

His  tender  bosom  knows ; 
But  to  repentant,  contrite  sighs, 

A  mild  forgiveness  shows. 

His  heart  in  native  goodness  warm  ; 

Eorich'd  with  pure  delight, 
Sees  all  existence  smile  around, 

Enraptur'd  at  the  sight. 


12 


Lore. 

Cosmian,  37. 


'Tis  love  that  paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborn, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows, 
And  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground, 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 

And  smile  on  every  vale. 

'Tis  love  alone  inspires  the  mind 
With  feelings  tender,  sweet,  and  kind, 

Which  constitutes  our  bliss  ; 
For  discontent  bids  comfort  rise  ; 
The  heart  with  genial  warmth  supplies, 

And  nothing  feels  amiss. 


13 


Exhortation. 


Cosmian,  20. 


Let  such  as  make  the  truth  their  choice, 
Attend  to  nature's  simple  voice ; 
Nor  let  their  minds  attempt  to  rove 
Beyond  the  objects  of  their  love, 
Beyond  the  .objects  of  their  love. 

Here  all  is  plain— xthe  truth  we  see 

In  Nature's  pure  simplicity : 

0,  let  us  never  more  complain 

That  Nature's  works  are  sought  in  vain, 

That  Nature's  works  are  sought  in  vain. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


14 


Speak  Gently. 


Tune— C.  M. 


Speak  gently,  it  is  better  far 

To  rule  by  love  than  fear; 
Speak  gently,  let  no  harsh  word  mar, 

The  good  we  may  do  here. 

Speak  gently  to  the  young,  for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear  ; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 

'Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 

Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 
Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 

The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones — 
They  must  have  toiled  in  vain  ; 

Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so ; 
O,  win  them  back  again ! 

Speak  gently — 'tis  a  little  thing, 
Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 

The  good,  the  joy  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 


15   Work  for  the  Light  is 
Coniiiig. 

Work,  for  the  light  is  coming ; 

Work  through  the  morning  hours ; 
Work  while  the  dew  is  sparkling  ; 

Work  'mid  springing  flowers ; 
Work  when  the  days  grow  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 
Work,  for  the  light  is  coming, 

And  life's  work  begun. 

Work,  for  the  light  is  coming  ; 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor  ; 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  ; 
Work,  for  the  light  is  coming, 

When  man  works  the  more. 

Work  for  the  light  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing 

Work  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  human  life  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more ; 
Work  until  the  light  breaketh 

From  the  spirit  shore. 


16      TbeJ  Can  Not  D^ 

Tune— I..  If. 

Say  not  they  die,  those  martyr  souls, 
Whose  life  is  winged  with  purpose  fine ; 

Who  leave  us  pointing  to  the  goals; 
Who  learn  to  conquer  and  resign. 

Such  can  not  die;  they  vanquish  time, 
And  fill  the  world  with  glowing  light, 

Making  the  human  life  sublime 

With  memories  of  their  sacred  might. 

They  can  not  die  whose  lives  are  part 
Of  that  great  life  which  is  to  be, 

Whose  hearts  beat  with  the  world's  great 
heart, 
And  throb  with  its  high  destiny 

They  can  not  die  whose  life  enshrines 
A  soul  of  truth  and  human  love ; 

Their  beacon  light  eternal  shines, 
Guiding  unto  the  realms  above. 

Then  mourn  not  those  who,  dying,  gave 
A  gift  of  greater  light  to  man  : 

Death  stands  abashed  before  the  brave ; 
They  own  a  life  he  may  not  ban. 


l^   The  Harmony  of  Nature. 

Tune— Old  Hundred. 

Eternal  Father,  by  thy  hand 
All  nature  moves  at  thy  command  ; 
And  gems  of  beauty  everywhere 
Are  interwoven  by  thy  care. 

Thy  many  attributes  divine 
From  worlds  and  systems  ever  shine  ; 
Whose  magnitude  and  power  proclaim 
The  glory  of  thy  holy  name. 

Our  feeble  thought  would  fain  explore 
Un  fathomed  space  without  a  shore  ; 
Where  rolling  spheres  in  silence  rest, 
While  borne  and  rocked  upon  thy  breast 

Yet  thou  art  one,  with  one  design, 
In  which  all  harmonies  combine  ; 
Each  star  a  note  with  pearly  key, 
Divinely  tuned,  0  Lord,  by' thee. 

Then  let  our  grateful  songs  rehearse, 
The  anthem  of  the  universe,       ,,^ 
While  songs  of  nature  interlude 
The  chorus  of  infinitude. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


18 


Sunshine. 

Cosmian,  25. 


I  love  the  sunshine  everywhere — 

In  wood  and  field  and  glen ; 
I  love  it  in  the  busy  haunts 

Of  town-imprisoned  men. 
I  love  it  when  it  streameth  in 

The  humble  cottage  door, 
And  casts  the  checkered  casement  shade 

Upon  the  red  brick  floor. 

I  love  it  where  the  children  lie 

Deep  in  the  clover  grass, 
To  watch  among  the  twiuing  roots 

The  gold-green  beetle  pass. 
Oh  yes !  I  love  the  sunshine  bright ! 

Like  kindness  or  like  mirth 
Upon  a  human  countenance, 

Is  sunshine  on  the  earth. 


19     No  Effort  Fruitless. 

Cosmian,  21. 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed, 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power  ; 

There's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 
Waiting  its  natal  hour. 

A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart , 

And  call  it  back  to  life ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  ill  depart, 

And  still  unholy  strife. 

No  act  falls  fruitless ;  none  can  tell 
How  vast  its  power  may  be  ; 

Nor  what  results  enfolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

Work,  and  despair  not ;  bring  thy  mite. 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
Peace  is  with  all  who  serve  the  right, 

The  noble,  true,  and  free. 


20 


To-Day. 

Cosmian,  23. 


All  around  us,  fair  with  flowers, 
Fields  of  beauty  sleeping  lie  ; 

All  around  us  clarion  voices 
Call  to  duty  stern  and  high. 
Call  to  duty  stern  and  high. 

Following  every  voice  of  mercy 
With  a  trusting,  loving  heart, 

Let  us  in  life's  earnest  labor 
Still  be  sure  to  do  our  part, 
Still  be  sure  to  do  our  part. 


Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-moTrow, 
Let  us  work  with  all  our  might, 

Lest  the  wretched  faint  and  perish, 
In  the  coming  stormy  night. 
In  the  coming  stormy  night. 

Now,  to-day,  and  not  to-morrow, 
Lest,  before  to-morrow's  sun, 

We  too,  mournfully  departing, 
Shall  have  left  our  work  undone. 
Shall  have  left  our  work  undone. 


21  The  Happy  By  and  By. 

Spiritual  Wreath,  6. 

Oh,  how  sweet  it  is  to  think, 
That  beneath  a  cloudless  sky, 

We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
In  the  happy  by  and  by. 

Chorus. 

In  the  happy  by  and  by, 
In  the  happy  by  and  by ; 
We  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, 
In  the  happy  by  and  by. 

Where  the  ransomed  spirits  wait, 
To  coDduct  us  o'er  the  tide, 

Into  mansions  fair  and  bright, 
Over  on  the  other  side. 

We  will  leave  our  troubles  here, 
And  we'll  lay  our  burdens  down, 

When  we  cross  the  silent  stream, 
To  put  on  the  golden  crown. 


22 


Pity. 

Cosmian.  29. 


Let  such  as  feel  oppression's  load, 

Thy  tender  pity  share  ; 
And  let  the  helpless,  hopeless  poor 

Be  thy  peculiar  care. 

Go,  bid  the  hungry  orphan  be 
With  thine  abundance  bless'd  ; 

Invite  the  wand'rer  to  thy  gate, 
And  spread  the  couch  of  rest. 

Let  him  who  pines  with  piercing  cold, 
By  thee  be  warmed  and  clad  ; 

Be  thine  the  blissful  task,  to  make 
The  downcast  mourner  glad. 

Then  pleasant  as  the  morning  light, 
In  peace  shall  pass  thy  days  : 

And  heart-approving,  conscious  joy 
Illuminate  thy  ways. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


23 


Equality. 

Tune— Arlington. 


All  men  are  equal  in  their  birtb, 
Heirs  of  the  earth  and  skies; 

All  men  are  equal,  when  that  earth 
Fades  from  their  dying  eyes. 

Tis  man  alone  who  difference  sees, 
And  speaks  of  high  and  low  ; 

And  worships  thi  se,  and  tramples  these, 
While  the  same  path  they  go. 

0,  let  man  hasten  to  restore 

To  all  their  rights  of  love  \ 
In  power  and  wealth  exult  no  more, 

In  wisdom  lowly  move. 


24    Spiritual  Fellowship. 

Tune— Boylston. 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  holy  love  ! 

The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds- 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  gladly  meet  again. 

This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 

While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 


25    C°me>  Gtentle  Spirits. 

Tune — Ortonville. 

Come,  gentle  spirits,  to  us  now  ; 

Look  on  with  tender  eyes  ; 
Touch  your  soft  hands  upon  each  brow ; 

Sweet  spirits  from  the  skies. 

Come  from  your  homes  of  perfect  light, 
Come  from  your  silvery  streams, 

Come  from  your  sceneg  of  joy  more  bright 
Than  we  e'er  know  in  dreams. 

Oh,  speak  to  us  in  gentle  tones ! 

Our  hearts  are  seeking  now 
A  beauty  like  to  that  which  shines 

Upon  each  angel  brow. 


Like  holy  star- beams  on  a  sear 
Filled  bright  with  happy  isles, 

Whence  sullen  storms  forever  flee,. 
Where  heaven  forever  smiles — 

They  come,  and  night  is  no  more  night.. 

Pale  sorrow's  reign  is  o'er  ; 
For  death  is  but  a  gate  of  light, 

And  gloomy  now  no  more. 


26  0">  Come,  Angel  Band. 

My  latest  sun  is  sinking  fast, 

My  race  is  nearly  run  ; 
My  strongest  trials  now  are  past, 

My  triumph  is  begun. 

Chorus. 

Ob,  come,  angel  band, 

Come  and  around  me  stand  ; 
Oh,  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wings. 

To  my  immortal  home. 
Ob,  bear  me  away  on  your  snowy  wingsr 

To  my  immortal  home. 

I  know  I'm  nearing  the  holy  ranks 
Of  friends  and  kindred  dear, 

For  I  brush  the  dews  on  Jordan's  banks 
The  crossing  must  be  near. 

Chorus. 

I've  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home  ; 

The  spirits  loudly  sing  ; 
The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  come  I 

Sweet  rest  and  joy  they  bring. 


27 


Time. 

Cosmian,  17. 


When  warm  impetuous  passions  rise, 
And  fame  of  pleasure  lures  our  eyes, 
Or,  bent  on  Virtue's  path  sublime, 
We  chide  the  feathered  foot  of  Time. 

In  vain  we  war  with  nature's  force ; 
Time's  rapid  car  pursues  its  course! 
Nor  wisdom's  nor  ambition's  power 
Can  stop  the  swiftly  moving  hour. 

The  gay,  the  great,  the  good,  the  just, 
Alike  are  journeying  to  the  dust; 
Then  haste,  the  race  of  duty  run, 
Nor  blame  the  quick  revolving  sun. 

Days,  months,  and  years,  your  rounds  fulfil 
Witness  our  good  intentions  still ; 
Nor  let  one  vagrant  day  pass  by 
Unblessed  by  Reason's  victory. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


28        ^ew  Year's  Song. 

Cosmian,  212. 

Rin^  out,  wild  bells,  to  the  wild  sky, 
The  flying  cloud,  the  frosty  light, 
The  year  is  dying  in  the  night ; 

Ring  out,  wild  bells,  and  let  him  die, 

Ring  out,  ring  out,  ring  out,  wild  bells, 
And  let  him  die,  and  let  him  die. 

Ring  out  the  old,  ring  in  the  new, 
Ring,  happy  bells,  across  the  snow  ; 
The  year  is  going,  let  him  go, 

Ring  out  the  false,  ring  in  the  true. 

Ring  out  the  grief  that  saps  the  mind 
For  those  that  here  we  see  no  more ; 
Ring  out  the  feud  of  rich  and  poor, 

Ring  in  redress  for  all  mankind. 

Ring  out  the  slowly-dying  cause, 
And  ancient  forms  of  party  strife  ; 
Ring  in  the  nobler  modes  of  life, 

With  sweeter  manners,  purer  laws. 

Ring  out  false  pride  in  place  and  blood, 
The  civic  slander  and  the  spite, 
Ring  in  the  love  of  truth  and  right, 

Ring  in  the  common  love  of  good. 

Ring  in  the  valiant  man  and  free, 
The  larger  heart,  the  kindlier  hand  ; 
Ring  out  the  darkness  of  the  land, 

Ring  in  the  light  that  is  to  be. 


29  Homes  'Round  us  Here. 

Cosmian,  202. 

Oh,  think  of  the  homes  'round  us  here, 
Which  might  all  be  made  joyous  and  bright, 

If  the  world  did  but  see  and  revere 

One  great  law,  that  of  justice  and  right. 

Cho. — 'Round  us  here,  round  us  here, 

0  think  of  the  homes  'round  us  here. 

Oh,  think  of  the  hearts  'round  us  here, 
Who  all  homeless  life's  journey  must  go 

In  despair  which  refuses  a  tear  ; 
Ever  crushed  with  a  burden  of  woe. 

Cho. — 'Round  us  here,  round  us  here, 

The  poor  homeless  hearts  'round  us  here.  I 

Be  helpers  to  those  'round  us  here ; 

Gentle  love  and  true  kindness  are  best; 
Preach  the  gospel  of  gladsome  good  cheer, 

And  obey  sweet  charity's  behest. 

Cho. — 'Round  us  here,  'round  us  here, 
'Tis  best  to  help  those  round  us  here. 


30      Citr of  tne  Lisht- 

Cosmian,  217. 

Have  you  heard  the  golden  city 
Mentioned  in  the  legends  old, 

Everlasting  light  shines  o'er  it, 
Wondrous  tales  of  it  are  told  ; 

Only  truthful  men  and  women 

Dwell  within  its  gleaming  wall, 
Wrong  is  banished  from  its  borders, 
Wrong  is  banished  from  its  borders, 

Justice  reigns  supreme  o'er  all. 

We  are  builders  of  that  city 
All  our  joys  and  all  our  groans 

Help  to  rear  its  shining  ramparts. 
All  our  lives  are  building  stones ; 

But  the  work  that  we  have  builded 

Oft  with  bleeding  hands,  and  tears, 
And  in  error  and  in  anguish, 
And  in  error  and  in  anguish, 

Will  not  perish  with  our  years. 

It  will  be,  at  last,  made  perfect, 

In  the  universal  plan, 
It  will  help  to  crown  the  labors, 

Of  the  toiling  hosts  of  man  ; 
It  will  last  and  shine  transfigured 
In  the  final  reign  of  right. 

It  will  merge  into  the  splendors. 

It  will  merge  into  the  splendors, 
Of  the  City  of  the  Light. 


31  While  the  days  are  going  by 

There  are  lonely  hearts  to  cherish 
While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 

There  are  weary  souls  who  perish 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

If  a  smile  we  can  renew, 

As  our  journey  we  pursue, 

Oh  !  the  good  we  all  may  do 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

There's  no  time  for  idle  scorning 
While  the  days  are  going  by ; 

Be  our  faces  like  the  morning 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

Oh !  the  world  is  full  of  sighs, 

Full  of  sad  and  weeping  eyes  ; 

Help  your  fallen  brother  rise 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

All  the  loving  links  that  bind  us 

While  the  days  are  going  by, 
One  by  one  we  leave  behind  us 
While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 
But  the  seeds  of  good  we  sow, 
Both  in  shade  and  shine  will  grow, 
And  will  keep  our  hearts  aglow- 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


32       Praise  of  Nature. 

Cosmian,  13. 

1 'raise  to  thee,  all  bounteous  Nature  I 
Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue  ; 

Join  ray  heart  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

Fur  the  social  ties  of  friendship, 
For  the  charms  of  mutual  love  ; 

For  the  endearing  smiles  of  kindred,, 
Which  in  peaceful  order  move. 

For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 
For  the  hope  of  future  days, 

Sound  this  name  where  man  has  striven, 
Sound  aloud  all  Nature's  praise. 


33 


Pleasures  of  Life. 


Cosmian,  4. 


Pleasant  is  life,  and  sweet  the  light 
That  pours  from  yon  bright  orb  of  day, 

Revealing  to  our  raptured  sight, 
The  universe  in  rich  array. 

Pleasant  is  life,  and  sweet  its  ties, 
The  touching  charities  of  man  ; 

Friend,  brother,  child,  and  parent  rise, 
Endearing  life's  progressive  plan. 

Pleasant  is  life,  aud  sweet  its  way, 
When  under  Reason's  kindly  guide; 

Then  moral  evils  die  away. — 
Then  moral  pleasures  will  abide. 


34    Soft  Flowing  River. 

Cosmian,  174. 

Soft  flowing  river,  star-lighted  stream, 
Filling  with  music  nightly  her  dream, 
Mingling  thy  waters  roll  by  the  shore. 
But  softly,  oh,  softly  thy  music  outpour. 
But  softly,  oh,  softly  thy  music  outpour. 

Breezes  of  evening,  pilgrims  of  song, 
Sing  to  the  dreamer  all  the  night  long, 
Mingling  your  voices,  song  and  encore, 
But  softly,  oh,  softly  your  music  outpour. 
But  softly,  oh,  softly  your  music  outpour. 

Dreamer,  she  sleepeth,  tranquil  and  blest; 
Evening  to  morning,  sweet  be  her  rest; 
Mingling  thy  voices,  night,  as  of  yore, 
But  softly,  oh,  softly  thy  music  outpour, 
But  softly,  oh,  softly  thy  music  outpour. 


35      Stand  for  the  Right. 

Cosmian,  173. 

Stand  for  the  right!  tho1  falsehood  rail, 

And  proud  lips  coldly  sneer, 
A  poisoned  arrow  can  not  wound 

A  conscience  pure  and  clear. 
Stand  for  the  right  1  stand  for  the  right  I 

Stand  for  the  right  I  and  with  clean  hands- 

Exalt  the  truth  on  high  ; 
Thou'lt  find  warm,  sympathizing  hearts 

Among  the  passers  by  ; 
Stand  for  the  right !  stand  for  the  right ! 

Men  who  have  seen  and  thought  and  felt, 

Yet  could  not  boldly  dare 
The  battle's  brunt,  but  by  thy  side 

Will  every  danger  share. 
Stand  for  the  right !  stand  for  the  right  I 

Stand  for  the  right!  Proclaim  it  loud ! 

Thou'lt  find  an  answering  tone 
In  honest  hearts,  and  thou'lt  no  more 

Be  doomed  to  stand  alone. 
Stand  for  the  right !  stand  for  the  right ! 


36    Sweet  Bye  and  Bye- 

Cosmian,  199. 

We  believe  in  the  dawn  of  a  day 

When  the  minds  of  all  men  shall  be  free 

From  the  gloom  that  hangs  over  their  way, 
From  the  fear  of  the  dreadful  'k  to  be." 

Chords. 

In  the  sweet  bye  and  bye, 

We  shall  fear  not  the  dreadful  "  to  be," 
In  the  sweet  bye  and  bye, 

It  is  coming  for  you  aud  for  me. 

We  have  faith  that  the  power  of  love 
Will  destroy  every  phantom  of  fear, 

And  the  bright  sun  of  science  above, 

Will  dispel  every  cloud  that  is  near. — Cho. 

We  have  hope  that  the  love  of  the  truth 
In  humanity's  bosom  will  glow; 

So  that  men,  whether  old  or  in  youth, 
May  speak  freely ,  not  fearing  a  blow. — Cho. 

We  rejoice  in  the  dawn  of  that  day ; 

It  is  coming — we  see  it  afar  ; 
Men  are  waking,  and  soon  they  will  say, 

"  Truth  alone  is  our  bright  guiding  star." 

Cho. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


37    The  Children's  Song. 

Cosmian,  213. 

We  hold  our  lives  like  lily  flowers, 

May  we  be  pure  as  they  and  white, 
May  sunlight  shine  upon  our  hours, 

And  we  be  sweet  in  all  men's  sight ; 
And  when  at  last  our  winter  nighs, 

Oh  may  on  earth  our  seeds  we  strew 
Which  from  the  dust  shall  re-arise 

To  bloom  in  other  flowers  anew. 


38 


There  is  no  Death. 


Spiritual  Wreath,  13. 


There  is  no  death  ;  no  dying  here, 
Tis  only  change  from  sphere  to  sphere, 
This  seeming  death  on  earth  so  rife, 
Uplifts  the  soul  to  higher  life. 

Chorus. 

Beautiful  life,  life  that  never  will  end, 
Beautiful  life,  life,  sweet  life, 
We're  going  home  to  dwell  for  aye, 
With  angels  in  eternal  day. 

There  is  no  death,  'tis  life  prolonged, 
A  call  to  which  we'll  all  respond  ; 
As  one  by  one  our  spirits  rise 
To  view  the  land  of  Paradise. — Cho. 

There  is  no  death  ;  'tis  spirit  birth  ; 
A  summons  from  the  toil  of  earth  ; 
'Tis  passing  to  that  blissful  shore, 
Where  parting  moments  come  no  more. 

Cho. 


39 


Reconciliation. 


Spiritual  Wreath,  17. 


40 


God  of  the  granite  and  the  rose  ; 

Soul  of  the  sparrow  and  the  bee; 
The  mighty  tide  of  Being  flows, 

Thro'  all  thy  creatures  back  to  Thee. 
Thus  round  and  round  the  circle  runs, 

A  mighty  sea  without  a  shore, 
While  men  and  angels,  stars  and  suns, 

Unite  to  praise  Thee  evermore. 

O,  ye  who  sit  and  gaze  on  life 

With  folded  hands  and  fettered  will, 
Who  only  see,  amid  the  strife, 

The  dark  supremacy  of  ill ; 
Know  that  like   birds,    and    streams,   and 
flowers, 

That  life  that  moves  you  is  divine, 
Nor  time,  nor  space,  nor  human  powers, 

Your  Godlike  spirit  can  confine. 


Spirit  Yoices. 


Air — Greenville. 


In  the  silence  of  the  midnight, 

When  the  cares  of  day  are  o'er, 
In  my  soul  I  hear  the  voices 

Of  the  loved  ones  gone  before ; 
Hear  them  words  of  comfort  whisp'rin^ 

That  they'll  watch  on  every  hand ; 
And  I  love,  I  love  to  list  to 

Voices  from  the  spirit  land. 

In  my  wanderings  oft  there  cometh 

Sudden  stillness  to  my  soul ; 
When  around,  above,  within  it, 

Rapturous  joys  unnumbered  roll ; 
Though  around  me  all  is  tumult, 

Noise  and  strife  on  every  hand, 
Yet  within  my  soul  I  list  to 

Voices  from  the  spirit  land. 

Loved  ones  that  have  gone  before  me 

Whisper  words  of  peace  and  joy  ; 
Those  that  long  since  have  departed, 

Tell  me  their  divine  employ 
Ts  to  watch  and  guard  my  footsteps ; 

0,  it  is  an  angel  band! 
And  my  soul  is  cheered  in  hearing 

Voices  from  the  spirit  land. 


41 


Seeds. 


Cosmian,  109. 


We  are  sowing,  daily  sowing 

Countless  seeds  of  good  and  ill, 
Scattered  on  the  level  lowland 

Cast  upon  the  windy  hill ; 
Seeds  that  sink  in  rich  brown  furrows. 

Soft  with  nature's  gracious  rain; 
Seeds  that  rest  upon  the  surface 

Of  the  dry,  unyielding  plain. 

Seeds  that  fall  amid  the  stillness 

Of  the  lowly  mountain  glen ; 
Seeds  cast  out  in  crowded  places, 

Trodden  under  foot  of  men  ; 
Seeds  by  idle  hearts  forgotten, 

Flung  at  random  on  the  air, 
Seeds  by  faithful  hearts  remembered, 

Sown  in  love  with  hope  and  care. 

Seeds  that  lie  unchanged,  unquickened, 

Lifeless  on  the  teeming  mould  ; 
Seeds  that  live  and  grow  and  flourish 

When  the  sower's  hand  is  cold  ; 
By  a  whisper  sow  we  blessings, 

By  a  breath  we  scatter  strife, 
In  our  words  and  looks  and  actions. 

Lie  the  seeds  of  death  and  life. 


10 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


^2  Marching  to  Join  Them. 

Air— Marching  Through  Georgia. 

Now  let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  sing  a  glad 

refrain, 
Lo,  there  comes  a  heavenly  voice — our  friends 
return  again  ; 
They  come  with  ever  beck'ning  hand, 
And  peace  through  all  the  land, 
While  we  are  marching  to  join  them. 

Chorus. 

Sing  on,  sing  on,  your  grandest  anthem  sing, 
Sing  on,  sing  on,  till  heaven  and  earth  shall 
ring, 
They  come  with  ever  beck'ning  hand, 
And  peace  through  all  the  land, 
While  we  are  marching  to  join  them. 

Here  is  comfort,  here  is  joy,  for  every  doubt- 
ing mind  — 
Heavenly  joy  without  alloy,  for  all  of  human 
kind, 
The  pearly  gates  stand  wide  ajar, 
Inviting  near  and  far, 
While  we  are  marching  to  join  them.— Cho. 

Thus  from  doubt  and  sorrow  free,  we  sing  a 

glad  refrain, 
Sing  and  shout  a  jubilee  over  and  again, 
For  angels  come  with  beck'ning  hand, 
And  peace  through  all  the  land, 
While  we  are  marching  to  join  them. — Cho. 


43 


Silent  River 


Air — Spiritual  Harp,  p.  224. 


When  for  me  the  silent  oar 

Parts  the  silent  river, 
And  I  stand  upon  the  shore 

Of  the  strange  Forever, 
Shall  I  miss  the  loved  and  known 
Shall  I  vainly  seek  mine  own  ? 

Can  the  bonds  that  make  us  here 
Know  ourselves  immortal, 

Drop  away  like  foliage  sere 
At  life's  inner  portal  ? 

What  is  holiest  below 

Must  forever  live  and  grow. 

He  who  plants  within  our  hearts 

All  this  deep  affection, 
Giving,  when  the  form  departs. 

Fadeless  recollection, 
Will  but  clasp  the  broken  chain 

Closer,  when  we  meet  again. 


4.4.  The  Blessings  of  To-day. 

Cosmian,  117. 

Strange  we  never  prize  the  music 

Till  the  sweet- voiced  birds  have  flown  ; 
Strange  that  we  should  slight  the  violets 

Till  the  lovely  flowers  are  gone  ; 
Strange  that  summer  skies  and  sunshine 

Never  seem  one  half  so  fair, 
As  when  winter's  snowy  pinions 

Shake  the  white  down  in  the  air. 

Let  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams 

Lying  all  around  our  path  ; 
Let  us  keep  the  wheat  and  roses, 

Casting  out  the  thorns  and  chaff; 
Let  us  find  our  sweetest  comfort 

In  the  blessings  of  to-day ; 
With  a  patient  hand  removing 

All  the  briars  from  our  way. 


^5         Noble  Lives. 

Cosmian,  114. 

There  are  hearts  that  never  falter 

In  the  battle  for  the  right ; 
There  are  ranks  that  never  alter 

Watching  through  the  darkest  night. 
And  the  agony  of  sharing 

In  the  fiercest  of  the  strife, 
Only  gives  a  nobler  daring, 

Only  makes  a  grander  life. 

There  are  those  who  never  weary, 

Bearing  suffering  and  wrong  ; 
Though  the  way  is  long  and  dreary, 

It  is  vocal  with  their  song, 
While  their  powers  in  Truth's  furnace, 

Bending  to  its  gracious  will, 
In  a  purer  mold  are  fashioned, 

By  its  loving,  matchless  skill. 


46      Welcome  Angels. 

Air — Pleyel's  Hymn. 

Angels  come  ye  in  the  light, 
Make  our  earthly  pathway  bright. 
Scatter  flowers  around  our  feet, 
Fill  the  air  with  perfume  sweet ; 
Blessed  is  your  mission  clear, 
Coming  from  another  sphere  ; 
Guide  us  in  the  proper  course. 
By  your  sweet  harmonious  voice. 

Angels,  welcome  !  draw  ye  near 
To  us  lend  the  listening  ear, 
Give  us  strength  our  foes  to  greet, 
Lovingly  as  brothers  meet ; 
Crush  all  bitter,  warring  strife, 
By  your  principles  of  life, 
For  the  truth  increase  our  love, 
Make  us  one  with  heav'n  above 


SPIRITUAL  SOXGS. 


11 


47     They  Are  Waiting. 

Air— Home,  Sweet  Home. 

They  are  waiting  for  our  coming 

On  the  bright  celestial  shore, 
Where  the  spirit  knows  no  sorrow, 

And  the  cares  of  life  are  o'er  ; 
Where  no  cloud  shall  hide  the  sunlight, 

Where  no  tear  shall  dim  the  eve. 
Where  no  heart  shall  throb  with  anguish, 

And  the  loved  ones  never  die. 

Where  the  springs  of  life  eternal 

From  the  silvery  crystal  stream, 
And  the  seasons,  ever  vernal, 

Clothe  the  fields  in  living  green  ; 
Where  the  roses  never  wither, 

And  the  lilies  never  fade  ; 
Where  the  brooklets  murmur  ever 

'Neath  the  forest's  cooling  shade. 

They  are  ever,  ever  near  us, 

We  are  never  left  alone  ; 
In  our  daily  toils  they  cheer  us, 

And  they  bless  our  peaceful  home  ; 
Earth's  short  voyage  will  soon  be  over. 

Heaven's  pure  joys  are  near  at  hand, 
Angel  loved  ones  round  us  hover, 

Guiding  us  to  the  "  Summer  Land/' 


4.9  Good-By. 

Air— Spiritual  Harp,  p.  144. 

As  the  sweet  bird  that  sings, 

Folds  her  bright  starry  wings 
When  evening's  long  shadows  draw  nigh. 

So  we  every  one 

When  our  work  is  done, 
Would  whisper  a  gentle  good-by. 

0,  ye  children  of  light, 

E'er  by  day  and  by  night 
You're  guided  by  One  from  on  high  ; 

The  innocent  heart 

From  hope  can  not  part, 
Though  softly  it  whispers  good-by. 

Then  dispel  ev'ry  fear, 

While  still  lingering  here, 
And  part  not  the  lips  with  a  sigh, 

But  join  in  the  song 

Soft  floating  along, 
And  give  us  an  answering  good-by. 

Happy  hours  have  been  spent 

In  the  sweetest  content 
By  angels  who  came  from  on  high ; 

'They  see  that  the  good 

Will  be  understood 
And  gently  they  whisper  good-by. 


4-g        Happy  Greeting. 

Air — Edinburg. 

How  cheering  the  thought  that  the  angels  of! 

God 
Do  bow  their  bright  wings  to  the  world  they  • 

once  trod, 
Do  leave  the  sweet  joys  of  the  mansions  above, 
To  breathe  o'er  our  bosoms  some  message  of 

love. 

Chorus. 

Happy  greeting  to  all ; 

Happy  greeting  to  all  ; 

Happy  greeting,  happy  greeting, 

Happy  greeting  to  all. 

They  come,  on  the  wings  of  the  morning, 

they  come, 
Desirous  to  guide  some  poor  wanderer  home, 
Some  brother  to  lead  from  a  darkened  abode, 
And  lav  him  to  rest  in  the  arms  of  his  lov'd. 

Cho. 

They  come  when  we  wander,  they  come  when 

we  pray, 
In  mercy  to  guard  us  wherever  we  stray  ; 
A  glorious  cloud,  their  bright  witness  is  given, 
Encircling  us  here  are  these  angels  of  heaven. 

Cho. 


50      Spirit  Communion. 

Air — O  Come.  Come  Away. 

0  come,  come  away,  from  error  now  oppress- 
ing 
The  earth  with  gloom,  dark  as  the  tomb. 
O  come,  come  away. 
0  come  where  bright,  celestial  day 
Is  lit  by  truth's  eternal  ray, 
Where  holy  glories  ever  play, 
6  come,  come  away. 

From  sorrow  and  grief,  on  which  thy  mind 
is  dwelling 
This  sweet  commune,  gives  calmness  soon. 
0  come,  come  away. 
Come,  angels  wait  to  speak  with  thee. 
Of  sweet  and  blissful  harmony, 
That  fills  all  souls  with  joyful  glee, 
0  come,  come  away. 

The  dim  darkness  flees,  the  gloom   is  fast 
receding, 
Before  the  ray  of  endless  day, 
0  come,  come  away. 
0  come,  and  in  a  circle  bright, 
May  all  our  souls  with  joy  unite, 
To  catch  the  heaven-inspiring  light. 
0  come,  come  away. 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


5X    Sweet  Summer-Land. 

Air — Maryland,  My  Maryland. 

0  home  of  love  !  we  sing  of  thee, 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land, 
In  joyous  tones  of  melody. 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land. 
Thy  skies  are  clear,  thy  fields  are  fair, 
And  flowers  perfume  the  balmy  air, 
And  all  is  bright  and  radiant  there, 
Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land. 

We  know  thy  homes  are  bright  and  fair, 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land, 
We  know  our  loved  ones  gather  there, 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land. 
And  troops  of  children  dance  and  play, 
And  weave  bright  flowers  in  garlands  gay, 
And  gain  fresh  beauty  day  by  day, 
Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land. 

With  chain  of  love  entwine  us  now, 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land, 
And  bind  thy  peace  upon  our  brow, 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land. 
Then  'mid  the  din  of  earthly  care, 
Then  in  temptation's  dreary  snare, 
We'll  feel  thy  calm  and  soothing  air, 
Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land. 

Thy  flowers  shall  strew  our  earthly  way, 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land, 
Bright  eyes  shall  make  our  night  as  day, 

Summer-land,  sweet  summer-laud. 
We'll  tread  with  courage,  then,  and  faith 
For  every  rugged  way  earth  hath 
May  be  to  thy  bright  shore  a  path, 
Summer-land,  sweet  summer-land. 


52      Joy  to  the  World. 

Air — Antioch 

Joy  to  the  world— the  darkness  flies, 
Let  earth  with  gladness  sing. 

The  morning  comes,  o'er  all  the  skies  ; 
She  waves  her  purple  wing. 

Joy  to  the  world — for  truth  abounds, 

And  error  withering  dies. 
In  fragments  hurled  upon  the  ground, 

Her  broken  altar  lies. 

Joy  to  the  world— for  man  is  free, 

His  broken  fetters  fall. 
He  scorns  to  bow  again  his  knee 

At  Superstition's  call. 

Joy  to  the  world — the  anthem  be — 

A  song  of  triumph  sing. 
0  grave,  where  is  thy  victory, 

0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


53         Opening  Song. 

Cosmian,  130. 

As,  brethren,  here  again  we  meet. 
In  friendship's  name  each  other  greet, 
And  seek  with  earnest  hearts  to  find 
The  truest  blessings  for  mankind. 

Our  liberal  friends  we  welcome  here, 
Who  bring  kind  words  our  hearts  to  cheer 
Who  seek  emancipation  all 
From  error's  dark  and  fatal  thrall. 

May  science  lend  her  helping  hand, 
And  shed  her  light  o'er  all  the  land ; 
Our  minds  with  nobler  aims  inspire, 
To  climb  the  hill  of  knowledge  higher. 

Let  peace  and  concord  here  abide, 
With  charity  our  thoughts  to  guide, 
And  truth  and  love  and  wisdom  be 
The  friend  of  all  the  brave  and  free. 


54 


The  Better  Land. 


Air— Duke  Street. 


There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 
In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 

So  bright  that  all  that  lies  between 
Is  with  its  radiant  glory  fraught. 

A  land  upou  whose  blissful  shore 
There  falls  no  shadow,  rests  no  pain ; 

There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no  more, 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 
Across  that  calm,  serene  abode  ; 

The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find 
Within  the  paradise  of  Gcd. 


55 


Charity. 

Air — Woodland. 


The  man  of  charity  extends 

To  all  a  liberal  hand  ; 
His  kindred,  neighbors,  foes  and  friends, 

His  pity  may  command. 

The  sick,  the  pris'ner,  poor  and  blind, 

And  all  the  sons  of  grief, 
In  bim  a  benefactor  find  ; 

He  loves  to  give  relief. 

Then  let  us  all  in  love  abound, 

And  charity  pursue ; 
Thus  shall  we  be  with  glory  crowned, 

And  love  as  angels  do. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


13 


50  Scatter  the  Germs  of  the      ^9 
Beautiful. 


Cosmian,  151. 

Scatter  the  germs  of  the  beautiful ! 

By  the  wayside  let  them  fall, 
That  the  rose  may  spring  by  the  cottage  gate, 

And  the  vine  on  the  garden  wall ; 
Cover  the  rough  and  the  rude  of  earth 

With  a  veil  of  leaves  and  flowers, 
And  mark  with  the  opening  bud  and  cup 

The  marcli  of  summer  hours. 

Scatter  the  germs  of  the  beautiful  I 

In  the  peaceful  shrine  of  home, 
Let  the  pure  and  fair  and  the  graceful  there 

In  their  loveliest  lustre  come; 
Leave  not  a  trace  of  deformity 

In  the  temple  of  the  heart, 
But  gather  above  its  hearth  the  gems 

Of  nature  and  of  art. 


57      The  Spirit's  Birth. 

Air— St.  Pauls.     Ps.  of  L.,  p.  16. 

There  is  no  death — 'tis  but  a  shade ; 
Be  not  of  outward  loss  afraid ; 
There  is  no  death — it  is  a  birth — 
A  rising  heavenward  from  earth. 

Sharing  that  life's  unbounded  span, 
Eternity  is  thine,  0  man  ! 
Think  of  the  future  as  a  sphere 
Where  roses  blossom  all  the  year. 


58        Nature's  Temple. 

Air — Temple.     Spiritual  Harp,  p.  83. 

The  turf  shall'  be  my  fragrant  shrine ; 
My  temple,  Lord,  that  arch  of  thine ; 
My  censer's  breath  the  mountain  airs, 
And  silent  thoughts  my  earnest  prayers. 

My  choir  shall  be  the  moonlit  waves, 
When  turning  homeward  to  their  caves ; 
Or  when  the  stillness  of  the  sea, 
Even  more  than  music  breathes  of  thee ! 

I'll  seek  by  day  some  glade  unknown, 
All  light  and  silence,  like  thy  throne ; 
And  the  pale  stars  shall  be  at  night, 
The  only  eyes  that  watch  my  rite. 

Thy  heaven,  on  which  'tis  bliss  to  look, 
Shall  be  my  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  shall  read  in  words  of  flame, 
The  glories  of  thy  wondrous  name. 


If  We  Knew. 

Air — Charity.     Spiritual  Harp,  p.  15. 


If  we  knew  the  secret  sorrows 

That  are  bleeding  other  hearts  ; 
Could  we  count  the  throbs  of  anguish 

When  the  masking  smile  departs, 
We  would  have  more  words  of  kindness 

Oftener  a  smile  of  cheer, 
If  we  only  knew  the  sufferers, 

With  their  silent  heart-aches  here. 

If  we  knew  the  heavy  burdens, 

By  our  fellow  trav'lers  borne. 
All  their  crosses,  all  their  struggles, 

With  no  fortune  as  yet  won ; 
We  would  cease  our  harsh  upbraidings 

If  we  all  could  understand  ; 
We  would  give  unto  the  weakest; 

Oftener  a  helping  hand. 

If  we  knew  how  many  jewels 

May  be  buried  'neath  our  tears, 
If  we  knew  'mid  tares  the  thickest 

Grain  might  spring  for  coming  years; 
We  would  count  each  blessed  sunbeam, 

Smother  every  little  sigh, 
If  we  knew  in  all  the  present 

How  it  would  be  by  and  by. 


(50  Shout  the  Glorious  Tidings. 

Air— Ring  the  Bells  of  Heaven. 

Shout  the  glorious  tidings ;  angels  come  to- 
day, 

With  a  message  for  earth's  weary  ones  ; 
See  the  gates  are  open,  friends  are  on  the  way, 

Let  us  welcome  them  with  joyful  song. 

Chords. 

Angels  welcome  to  our  homes,  we  sing, 
May  you  light,  and  hope,  and  comfort  bring  ; 
Bless  you,  sweet  evangels  from  the  other  shore, 
We  would  seek  your  guidance  evermore. 

Shout  the  glorious  tidings,  angels  come  to- 
day, 
Lifting  up  the  shadows  and  the  gloom. 
Truth  .like  million  torches  flashes  o'er  the  way, 
Blessed  freedom  to  the  soul  has  come. 

Cho. 

Shout  the  glorious  tidings,  angels  come  to- 
day, 
Mortals  swell  the  anthem  loud  and  long, 
Love  the  grave  has  conquered ;  death  no  more 
holds  sway; 
Hail  the  spirits'  resurrection  morn. — Cho. 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


61 


Greeting. 

Cosmian,  147. 


We  give  you  joyous  greeting, 

Friends  of  our  noble  cause, 
Who  have  lit  the  torch  of  reason. 

By  light  of  nature's  laws  ; 
We  give  you  joyous  greeting, 

Ye  toilers  in  the  field, 
Who,  the  right  with  patient  working, 

Will  never  justice  yield. 

We  give  you  joyous  greeting, 

Workers  so  bold,  so  free, 
To  unite  your  scattered  forces 

In  ranks  of  harmony  ; 
We  give  you  joyous  greeting. 

Armed  with  the  power  of  right ; 
To  demolish  ancient  error 

And  give  us  day  for  night. 


g<2  death's  Stream  Bridged. 

Air — Auld  Lang  Syne. 

Come  friends  and  brethren,  all  unite, 
And  swell  an  anthem  grand  ; 

The  glorious  presence  we  invite, 
Of  a  pure  and  heavenly  band. 

Chorus. 

0  mortals  shout  aloud  for  joy, 
Your  glad  hosannas  sing, 

The  grave  is  robbed  of  victory 
And  death  has  lost  its  sting. 

iStorm-tossed  and  weary  ones  of  earth, 

Behold  th1  resplendent  star, 
Which  lights  the  stream  of  death  across, 

And  brings  our  loved  ones  near. — Cho. 

The  so-called  dead  have  been  restored, 

We  see  them  face  to  face, 
And  life  triumphant  swells  the  song, 

In  spite  of  death's  embrace. — Cho. 


63  The  Isles  of  the  By  and 
By. 

We  shall  meet  again  in  the  By  and  By, 
Where  the  mountains  gleam  in  the  morning 

sky, 

We  shall  meet  again  in  the  land  of  Love, 
The  world  of  joy  and  peace  above. 

Chorus. 

We  shall  meet  again,  we  shall  meet  again 
In  the  beautiful  Isles  of  the  By  and  By, 

We  shall  meet  again,  we  shall  meet  again, 
In  the  Isles  of  the  By  and  By. 


In  the  balmy  Isles  where  the  angels  roam 
By  the  crystal  seas  of  our  Father's  home, 
There  are  forms  of  grace  and  of  beauty  rare, 
And  the  ones  we  have  lost  are  there. —Cho. 

We  must  part  in  tears  when    the    twilight 

dies, 
On  the  far-off  hills  of  our  evening  skies  ; 
We  shall  meet  in  joy  where  our  dear  ones 

stand, 
In  the  gates  of  the  Morning-Land.— Cho. 

We  shall  fall  asleep  when  the  autumn  grieves, 
O'er  the  fading  flowers  and  falling  leaves  ; 
We  shall  wake  again  where  the  angels  sing. 
In  the  bloom  of  eternal  spring. — Cho. 


(54:  Scatter  Seeds  of  Kindness. 

Air — Gospel  Hymns,  No.  174. 

Let  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams, 

Lying  all  around  our  path, 
Let  us  keep  the  wheat  and  roses, 

Casting  out  the  thorns  and  chaff. 
Let  us  find  our  sweetest  comfort 

In  the  blessings  of  to-day, 
W'ith  a  patient  hand  removing 

All  the  briers  from  the  way. 

Chorus. 

Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness, 

Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness, 

Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness, 

For  our  reaping  by  and  bye. 

Strange  we  never  prize  the  music 

Till  the  sweet-voiced  bird  is  flown  ! 
Strange  that  we  should  slight  the  violets 

Till  the  lovely  flowers  are  gone  ! 
Strange  that  summer  skies  and  sunshine 

Never  seem  one  half  so  fair, 
As  when  winter's  snowy  pinions 

Shake  the  white  down  in  the  air. — Cho. 

If  we  knew  the  baby  fingers, 

Pressed  against  the  window  pane, 
Would  be  cold  and  stiff  to-morrow — 

Never  trouble  us  again — 
Would  the  bright  eyes  of  our  darling 

Catch  the  frown  upon  our  brow  ? 
Would  the  prints  of  rosy  fingers 

Vex  us  then  as  they  do  now  ? — Cho. 

Ah  1  those  little  ice-cold  fingers, 

How  they  point  our  memories  back 
To  the  hasty  words  and  actions 

Strewn  along  our  backward  track  ! 
How  those  little  hands  remind  us, 

As  in  snowy  grace  they  lie, 
Not  to  scatter  thorns — but  roses — 

For  our  reaping  by  and  by. — Cho. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


05  Forsake  Not  the  Right. 

Air— Spiritual  Harp,  p.  141. 

In  the  dark  hour  of  peril,  forsake  not  the 
right ; 

Though  the  storm  gather  wild  on  the  ocean 
at  night ; 

If  the  lone  bark  speed  true  on  its  tempest- 
tossed  way, 

To-morrow  'twill  rest  in  the  sun-lighted  bay. 

If  foes  gather  round  thee,  forsake  not  the 

right ; 
Let  Truth  cheer  thee  on  with  its  beacons  of 

light ; 
The   hour  is  the  darkest  that   heralds  the 

morn  ; 
That  no wer  is  the  fairest  that  hideth  the  thorn . 

If  friends  should  forsake  thee,   forsake  not 

the  right ; 
Heaven's  shore  is  before  thee,  immortal  and 

bright ; 
The  love  of  false  friendship    is    valueless 

there ; 
The  friends  that  depart  only  purchase  despair. 

If  sorrow  encompass,  forsake  not  the  right ; 
The  harvest  of  joy  shall  yet  gladden  thy  sight ; 
The  mourner  that  walks  through  the  valley 

of  tears 
Shall  travel  the  path  of  the  glorified  years. 


00  The  Pilgrim. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above, 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home  ; 
Soon,  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I'll  go, 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 

Friends  fondly   cherish'd    have   passed   on 

before, 
Waiting,  they   watch   me  approaching  the 

shore ; 
Singing  to  cheer  me  as  thither  I  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear  ; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony,  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 

Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  thy  blow  ; 
Spirits  have  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  I  go  home ! 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone ; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


0*y  Anniversary. 

Air — Spiritual  Harp,  p.  121. 

We  have  come  unto  the  mountain 

And  the  city  of  our  God, 
To  the  ways  of  truth  and  beauty, 

By  the  souls  perfected  trod, 
And  the  resurrection  trumpet 

Shall  not  wake  them  from  the  sod, 
As  we  go  marching  on. 

Chorus. 

Glory,  glory  Hallelujah, 
Glory,  glory  Hallelujuh, 
Glory,  glory  Hallelujah 

As  we  go  marching  on. 

Break  the  bread  of  consolation 
To  the  souls  oppressed  with  care ; 

Ever  in  our  spirit  mansions 
There  is  bread  enough  to  spare, 

Surely  none  need  faint  with  hunger, 
While  we  have  such  blessed  fare 

As  we  go  marching  on. — Cho. 

Bind  we  up  the  broken-hearted 
And  confirm  the  feeble  knees, 

For  the  kingdom  has  been  opened 
To  the  least  of  such  as  these, 

And  we  need  not  ask  St.  Peter 
To  be  readj7  with  his  keys, 

As  we  2:0  marching  on. — Cho. 


0g        Song  of  Liberty. 

Arouse  ye  liberal  souls,  in  the  East  and  in  the 
West, 
Strike  for  the  good  old  cause  of  freedom. 
Shall   man,  for  his   opinions,    by  bigots  be 
oppressed, 
Here  in  this  land  of  boasted  freedom  ? 

Chorus. 

Freedom  forever ;  hurrah,  friends,  hurrah, 
Down  with  the  tyrants,  let  justice  be  law. 
As  we  rally  for  our  liberties,  rally  once  again 
Shouting  the  good  old  cry  of  freedom. 

To  speak  his  thought,  let  every  one  claim  the 
sacred  right, 
'Neath  the  starry  flag  of  freedom. 
The  pen  will  win  our  battle,  it  must  conquer 
in  its  might 
All  for  the  glorious  cause  of  freedom. 

Cho. 

Arouse  ye  liberal  souls,  in  the  East  and  in  the 
West, 
Strike  for  the  good  old  cause  of  freedom. 
Defend  our  thought  and  speech,  and  the  free- 
dom of  the  pvess, 
Our  watchword  must  evermore  be  freedom. 

Cho. 


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SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


69 


Where  the  Roses  Ne'er 
Shall  Wither. 

Air — Spiritual  Harp,  p.  226. 


Where  the  roses  ne'er  shall  wither, 
Nor  the  clouds  of  sorrow  gather, 
We  shall  meet,  we  shall  meet, 
Where  no  wintry  storm  can  roll, 
Driving  summer  from  the  soul, 
Where  all  hearts  are  tuned  to  love. 
On  that  happy  shore  above. 

Chorus. 

Where  the  roses  ne'er  shall  wither, 
Nor  the  clouds  of  sorrow  gather, 
Angel  bands  will  guide  us  thither, 
Where  the  roses  ne'er  shall  wither. 

Where  the  hills  are  ever  vernal, 
And  the  springs  of  youth  eternal, 

We  shall  meet,  we  shall  meet, 
Where  life's  morning  dream  returns, 
And  the  noonday  never  burns, 
Where  the  dew  of  life  is  love, 
On  that  happy  shore  above.— Ceo. 

Where  no  cruel  word  is  spoken, 
Where  no  faithful  heart  is  broken, 

We  shall  meet,  we  shall  meet, 
Hand  in  hand  and  heart  to  heart. 
Friend  with  friend  no  more  to  part ; 
Ne'er  to  grieve  for  those  we  love, 
On  that  happy  shore  above,— Cho. 


^Q      Across  the  River. 

Air— Ortonville. 

Across  yon  river's  shining  waves, 

I've  watched  the  golden  light 
That  slumbers  on  the  purple  hills, 

And  on  the  mountain's  height. 

Full  well  I  know  beyond  those  hills 

A  fairer  city  lies, 
With  towers,  minarets  and  walls. 

Than  ever  met  mine  eyes. 

My  thoughts  would  sometimes  linger  there, 

For  on  that  other  side 
Dwell  many  friends  who  long  ago 

Have  crossed  the  swelling  tide. 

But  now  I  feel  an  interest  there 

I  never  felt  before, 
For  all  that  made  life  beautiful, 

Is  on  that  farther  shore. 


The  jeweled  links  that  bound  me  here, 

Have  fallen  one  by  one, 
And  now  the  chain  is  worthless  quite. 

The  precious  clasp  is  gone. 

Fain  would  I  climb  the  distant  hills 

Which  hide  that  city  fair, 
For  all  my  treasure,  all  my  hope, 

And  all  my  heart  are  there. 


^J     The  Morning  Light  is 
Breaking. 

The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears, 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean, 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  to  banish  war. 

Blest  river  of  progression, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay. 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly, 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy, 

Proclaim  :  "  The  truth  is  come.'7 


72 


Doxologies. 

L.  M. 


Let  all  with  grateful  hearts  adore 
The  Great,  Unknown,  Eternal  Power. 
Whose  certain  laws  we  seek  to  know. 
And  then  a  glad  obedience  show. 


C.  M. 

To  Wisdom,  Mercy,  Truth  and  Love. 

We  pay  the  homage  due  ; 
May  all  the  virtues  more  abound, 

And  these  our  hearts  renew. 


May  the  truths  which  have  been  spoken. 

Guide  us  in  our  life  below ; 
Angels  bread  of  life  have  broken, 

And  our  hearts  with  joys  o'erflow. 
May  the  blessed  word  forever 

Cheer  us  in  our  onward  way ; 
And,  with  cheerful  courage  ever, 

May  we  work  and  watch  and  pray. 


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